Feng Peizhi is Done, and the Big Bosses All Spoke Out (2)

Manager Luo's face darkened with resolve. "I don't care about the other issues. She can terminate her contract," he declared. "But we absolutely cannot give up the 1.8 billion."

To do so would turn Tianle Media into a laughingstock.

**

Meanwhile, Si Fuqing kept a vigilant eye on the online public opinion.

A knock sounded at the door.

She turned to see Yu Xiheng standing there, dressed in his deep gray suit, his tall figure casting a half-shadow in the sunlight, giving him a look of profound depth, as tranquil as a gentle breeze.

His light amber eyes, warm and calm, hid unfathomable depths, his gaze upon her steady and strong.

He nodded slightly, offering, "Need any help?"

"No, I can handle the rest," Si Fuqing waved him off, "Xingting is all thanks to you, boss. You've already helped me a lot."

Then, as a good employee concerned for her employer, she asked, "Boss, does your back still hurt?"